butterfly

You used to think that happiness was something simply to possess Now you see the pain that's behind its happy veil The work it takes to get there the blood that's spilled to win A war that's never ending The never ending disease. the hope you long to have Drawn across your skin one day those butterflies will fly away

You'll no longer need the butterflies to keep the harm away You've finally found the love You longed for all the day

The pain it still returns but it no longer brings you down Your frame won't shake with want To take your dying breath.

One day this will be yours It's what you're fighting for.

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